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Occurred within two weeks of [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]] (iirc). | Occurred within two weeks of [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]] (iirc). | ||
| − | It was 11 PM on a peaceful Wednesday night. But little did the innocent residents of | + | It was 11 PM on a peaceful Wednesday night. But little did the innocent residents of McConnell Hall know, the Wednesday night would be peaceful no longer. [[Anvith Kowtha]], being the intellectual that he is, believed it to be a good idea to stuff the D300 washing machine with all—yes, all—of his clothes. After all, students of the Texas Academy of Mathematics and Science spend a lot of time outside, whether it be walking to classes, running to classes because Melissa is taking attendance, or playing frisbee in [[Mac Park]]. It's natural to want to smell nice and feel clean, right? |
Half an hour after Mr. Kowtha closed the little door of the little washing machine, peace was disturbed. The all-so-familiar fire alarm (see: [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]]) blared throughout the TAMS residence hall, and Mac Park just so happened to be where hundreds of sleepy (it was past bedtime for some), irked (see [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]]) teenagers flocked for safety—safety from the "fire," that is. Groans could be heard from all around. A scan of the surroundings would reveal people in bath towels and flip flops, with shampoo bubbles still floating atop their heads; non-night-owls who actually have good sleep schedules rubbing sleep from their eyes; and chronic procrastinators who were frantically typing responses to the Schoolfield Discussion Questions due at midnight, [[Ethan Luo|one of whom]] was desperately inching closer to McConnell Hall to boost the Wi-Fi signal as his [[Hubert Yang|friends]] awkwardly side-shuffled with the [[Ethan Luo|procrastinator]]'s laptop in their arms as he typed-and-walked. Mac Park was chaos. But it wasn't far away enough. | Half an hour after Mr. Kowtha closed the little door of the little washing machine, peace was disturbed. The all-so-familiar fire alarm (see: [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]]) blared throughout the TAMS residence hall, and Mac Park just so happened to be where hundreds of sleepy (it was past bedtime for some), irked (see [[Kevin Kim and the Steak of Doom]]) teenagers flocked for safety—safety from the "fire," that is. Groans could be heard from all around. A scan of the surroundings would reveal people in bath towels and flip flops, with shampoo bubbles still floating atop their heads; non-night-owls who actually have good sleep schedules rubbing sleep from their eyes; and chronic procrastinators who were frantically typing responses to the Schoolfield Discussion Questions due at midnight, [[Ethan Luo|one of whom]] was desperately inching closer to McConnell Hall to boost the Wi-Fi signal as his [[Hubert Yang|friends]] awkwardly side-shuffled with the [[Ethan Luo|procrastinator]]'s laptop in their arms as he typed-and-walked. Mac Park was chaos. But it wasn't far away enough. | ||
| − | The students were herded to a parking lot farther away, and eventually to the Physical Education Building across the street. This phase of the Washing Machine Fire was rather nice—the building sheltered the students from the cold wind, and it was a chance for many to socialize past | + | The students were herded to a parking lot farther away, and eventually to the Physical Education Building across the street. This phase of the Washing Machine Fire was rather nice—the building sheltered the students from the cold wind, and it was a chance for many to socialize past curfew. However, something wasn't right. As the minutes ticked by, students started disappearing, and those who had a keen eye would notice that the missing students were all residents of the third floor of McConnell Hall. The RAs had taken the possible suspects of arson into custody, and after about half an hour of questioning, all evidence traced back to none other than our fresh-smelling Aspire Exposition Director of the Research Organization: Anvith Kowtha. |
If you're wondering what happened to our protagonist, don't worry. He's doing fine. Despite the washing machine catching on fire, his clothes remained safe and fragrant inside—though it is not verified whether they held a lingering scent of smoke. | If you're wondering what happened to our protagonist, don't worry. He's doing fine. Despite the washing machine catching on fire, his clothes remained safe and fragrant inside—though it is not verified whether they held a lingering scent of smoke. | ||